LA was wild. Loud, fast, packed with people who think they run the world. I was there, melting metal, setting gemstones, making jewelry that wasn’t just pretty but had something to say. Vegas? Now, that was smart. Apparently, everyone ends up in Vegas at some point. That’s why I put my showroom there—not to sell directly, but to let the city do its thing. People walked by, saw my work, and suddenly they needed it. So they flew me out to their city, and there I was—NYC, Miami, Chicago, Dallas—hopping around the U.S. like a rockstar with a suitcase full of gold.
But the best part? Driving. Seriously. Between LA and Vegas—five hours of pure desert, like stepping into a sci-fi movie. Between Vegas and Fresno? Six, maybe seven hours, just me, the road, and my thoughts bouncing around my head like a pinball machine. No cars, no people—sometimes it felt like I was the last person alive. And honestly? It was kind of amazing.
How Three Years in the U.S. Got Under My Skin
So yeah, I thought I was just moving my business, but turns out, the U.S. messed with my brain in ways I didn’t expect. In LA, I learned to go big or go home. Vegas taught me how to play the long game and make people chase you instead of the other way around. And those endless drives? They taught me patience, silence, and that sometimes the best ideas hit you somewhere around Death Valley when there’s zero phone signal and only bad country music on the radio.
My art from that time? Different. Messier. Less polite. I wasn’t making jewelry anymore, but I was still working with layers, textures, hidden stories—only now, not in gold and silver, but in color, movement, and whatever mood hit me that day.
So, What’s the Point?
Listen, people searching for original paintings for sale or unique art pieces online don’t always know what they want. That’s the fun part. You think you’re just browsing, and boom—something grabs you. That’s what I want my paintings to do now.
So if you’re looking for contemporary art, something with the chaos of LA, the hustle of Vegas, and the silence of the desert—maybe you’ll find it here. Or maybe, like one of those long drives, you’ll find something you weren’t even looking for.
Jewelry wasn’t just something I made—it was something I lived. I worked with gold, diamonds, raw gemstones, shaping every piece by hand, finding the balance between delicate and bold, classic and unexpected. These years in Los Angeles shaped me in ways I never realized at the time. The rhythm of the city, the endless creativity, the feeling that everything is possible—I carried it with me into my art, even now, long after I left.
For Those Searching
I know how people look for art. I know because I’ve seen them—stopping in front of a painting, hesitating, feeling something they can’t explain. Maybe you’re looking for original abstract paintings or modern art for your home, or Israeli contemporary artists who create with emotion. Maybe you typed “unique wall art for modern homes” into Google, not knowing what you’d find. But here you are.
And maybe, just maybe, this is where your story meets mine.
Nikita
